Blind

If love is blind and lovers cannot see
I’m thankful for the gift of
seeing without eyes.

Teardrops from the sun
illuminate earth beneath my feet
bringing light and warmth
to unborn life.

Sustenance for the sleeping.

In this world of chaos
so hard to find order
Yet
I’m thankful to see paradise
in a pair of innocent eyes
and smiles that show there
are still some dreams
to come.

One day
(if someone ever wants to
paint the canvas of my soul)
I hope it is a circle
no beginning and no end
and the center is completely
filled with love.

~*~

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